today....played soccer for 3days in a row...2days street..1day field...played wif home united youth members...they're good.
so like 1st match....we lost to home united members by 1 goal...
2nd match..we trashed peeps 5-2...it was nice.
haha.gotta know afew soccer peeps,gerrald or sth,daryl,brandon,indian guy which never intro himself to me(we call him ashley cole),long jeans step my leg guy and the whit shirt home united player and last but not least my malay goalie(whom we call spiderman)
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wicked sick.they invited me to play soccer wif them on sundays...but i play wif my bro and his friends on sundays...sad lar.they say sats sometime oso have so its cool.
i remember smoking 15 sticks in 20mins....when i was fucking stressed...
i remember being the fastest smoker among my friends...when i really stressed...but its all over now.i once stopped formore than 3 mths amng the 7mths i smoked...so i smoked lesser than 4mths...abt 1-2mths only..cos i always onhold if i think im addicted...its hard but achieveable
im not happi or anythg..cos i always knew i could stop smoking if i tried.no sense of achievement.
and its a fact...money can never buy true happiness...
cos i never felt happy once even though i trashed ppl at pool and ususally losers pay.
neither can my mp3
but it did give me the inspiration to write songs...which i wrote once for my ex,it no longer exists now.
nor my soccer skills(not good enuff unless im on form then diff case)
but it did help in helping me find new friends
nor my bros could...
cos all they did was offer me more ciggies when i was trying to quit
the bros part..is the sadest case.cos they harmed me more than helping.and fuck em man..not all but 90% of em..cos they never once knew my real name.
but my 2 godsis,real bros(who went through thick and thin with me for yrs and know my real name ) and friends(guys and gals)
did try to cheer me up..but it fails at times when i real shitty down :P
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conclusion:money means nothing cos i always was never truely sad when im without it...single cent even.but i was truely sad when im without friends and care and concern.
TO me.friends mean nothing..not if they're fake,care and concern only makes things worse when everything's settled down if they're scripted.
and even though wise men say that action speaks louder than words...actions can never beat words that come from deep within the heart
thus the pen is mightier than the sword and that people say that words can kill.cos its a fact.that physical scarring can be repaired or restored in many ways but not emotional ones.
and that one lil mistake could cost u everything.and i mean it.
some mistakes in life.we can rectify.and others,no matter what we do or apologies made can never undo.
PS:hehe.end here bah.if u edit some words here and there.u can get a poem or sth lyk dat.Original rite I?things are 4ever going thru my head.I nvr once stop thinking even when im asleep.
abt that song thingy i wrote for my ex ?...its true.i show u parts of it bah..if u dun believe i can write songs.
extract frm song...: there as the clocks tick,mesmerise me...
blah3..will delete post in 1-2wks time
posted at [10:31 PM]
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